At sixty years old
there seems a certain
inevitability about it
as if one is driving
at speed on the wrong
side of a busy road.
The question of whether
I’ll reach that Biblical
span of three score years
and ten is quite pressing
but now there’s the matter
too of the how, the how
it will to happen to me.
Could it be the big C
or some other disease
or might I simply
pass away in my sleep
with a mere whimper
on some geriatric day?
If I’m on track to go
in my family way
I reckon I can expect
a fatal heart attack
right out of the blue
and that will be that.
Yes, sixty I find
focuses the mind
with great clarity
on life’s only reality.
there seems a certain
inevitability about it
as if one is driving
at speed on the wrong
side of a busy road.
The question of whether
I’ll reach that Biblical
span of three score years
and ten is quite pressing
but now there’s the matter
too of the how, the how
it will to happen to me.
Could it be the big C
or some other disease
or might I simply
pass away in my sleep
with a mere whimper
on some geriatric day?
If I’m on track to go
in my family way
I reckon I can expect
a fatal heart attack
right out of the blue
and that will be that.
Yes, sixty I find
focuses the mind
with great clarity
on life’s only reality.
